Sinking into the original position
like a mountain, in an empty sky. Just this single breath;
emptiness takes the form of here—now emerging, embodied as unknown empty flowers
asking for nothing, keeping nothing, palms of the hands placed together in Gassho
Beautiful poem and music, Lee.
groetjes, Francina
Thank you again, Francina, I love the sounds within the Dojo, singing bowls etc, sound carries spirit :)
me too :-)